Sinful contract: Hard Limit, soft moans
“Curating the stories you love, finding new voices. Why not now?”
The thought flickered like a new flame, it sparked something inside of me. I visualized rows of books with my imprint on the spine, manuscripts stacked on my desk, the freedom to choose.
“Even if I were to do so, I don’t even know where to begin,” I admitted.
“We will figure it out. Business plan, investors, we will take it one step at a time, plus you have me.”
I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. “It sounds impossible, you make it look so easy Mala.”
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